Page 23 of Carry On
I ripped free the towel around his waist and reached around, palming his taut ass. Dragging his hips to me, I moaned at the friction of his cock over mine. His teeth bit into my lower lip with a playful tug.
“Don’t move,” Nash ordered, his voice husky and thick with need. Like I was fucking going anywhere. Not a chance. I was so wound up and just getting started with him.
His teeth nipped at my jaw, and his tongue ran down the line of my neck. Everywhere he touched left a scorching trail in its wake. I was ready to combust on the spot. No one had the right to make me feel this goddamn good.
He dropped to his knees and pulled down my sweatpants as he did. The audible sigh I let out as he freed my aching cock made him chuckle. He swept the flat of his tongue over my slit to lick up the precum beading there.
Threading my fingers through his long hair, I dragged him down on the length of my cock as my impatience got the better of me. I held him there, reveling in the heat of his mouth and the tightness of his throat. The sound of him gagging was music to my ears.
“Fuck, your mouth feels so good,” I rasped. I only kept him there for a fraction of a second longer before releasing him. His head bobbed up and down my dick, slurping and sucking hard in a way that made my balls throb.
The appreciative groans he let out vibrated along my length pleasantly. I braced on the counter, knuckles turning white, as my head tipped back. I forced myself to breathe and tried to slow the heat raging through my core.
“Jesus fuck,” I managed to bite out.
“You wouldn’t be holding back now, would you, Linc?” Nash asked as he popped off my crown. Yes, I absolutely was. He gave my balls a slight tug that almost took me out by the knees. “Turn around.”
I did without argument and leaned over the counter on my elbows, fully aware of the way I was putting myself on display. His teeth sank into my ass hard enough to pull a sharp hiss out of me.
“Spread your legs wider for me,” he said. Again, I didn’t need to be told twice. His strong hands smoothed up my thighs, and he pushed my cheeks open a little wider.
The groan I let out was unrecognizable as he trailed his tongue down my crease. My head dropped forward as I rocked back against him slightly.
“Do you like that, Linc?” Nash murmured and ran the flat of his tongue over my sensitive bud.
“Fuck,” I groaned at the sensation. He did it again, going slower and applying a little more pressure as he did. My body melted for him, and I pushed back, needing more.
He gave me exactly what I wanted. He devoured me, his tongue swirling over that tight ring of muscles. Teasing and testing. Wet and warm.
I rocked against him as I got completely lost in the feeling of his tongue. He reached between my legs and fisted my cock, stroking me far too slow to be satisfying. The low whine I let out did nothing to encourage him to go faster.
Instead, he took his time as he probed my opening—teasing what I wanted but never giving it to me. His hand slid from my cock and gave my balls a squeeze that was almost enough to damn near send me over the edge.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted to come, and I wanted him to fuck me while I did. This foreplay shit wasn’t for me.
“Jesus fuck, Nash,” I let out. “Just fuck me already.”
“Your impatience is sexy, Linc,” he murmured. He ran his tongue over my crease one more time before standing. When I tried to turn around, Nash planted a hand on my back and pinned me in place. “Don’t move. I like you like this… splayed out and mine to fuck.”
I couldn’t argue with that. Reaching around me, he grabbed the jar of coconut oil and opened it.
“You can’t be serious,” I said, glancing over my shoulder at him. Nash just shrugged.
“It’s organic,” he replied. It was hard to argue with a point like that. It was also hard to argue with anything when I was desperate for him to fuck me, and the idea of chasing down lube was an unwanted interruption.
I watched in rapt attention as he coated his dick in coconut oil. It gave me the chance to drink him in—to admire the length and girth of his cock. While I knew from the sheer size of him that it’d hurt initially, I didn’t care. I’d acclimate. I wanted that first bite of pain. I wanted him to fuck me into oblivion until I was sky high without a chance of coming down any time soon.
He smoothed a slick hand over my spine and held me in place while one finger pressed against that tight ring of muscles.
“God, yes,” I murmured, sighing with relief as he worked one finger inside me. “More.”
“Tell me… do you need to be filled and stretched, Linc?” Nash asked.
“Yes,” I breathed out. I tried to push back against his hand, but he kept me pinned against the counter. Another finger joined the first, and his pace picked up. “More.”
Two fingers quickly became three. The burn was welcome and damn near euphoric, but the pace he set wasn’t enough.
“Rock,” he ordered as his hold on me loosened. “Fuck yourself on my fingers.”
